I come from the abyss

The old well in Nine Alleys is surrounded by peasant buildings of different heights on three sides, and there is only one road at the entrance of the alley.

Therefore, only one camera is installed, and the angle of view should only capture the three acres of land at the entrance of the alley.

Li Zan squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers, straightened his loose coat, walked into the nearest farmer's building with long legs.

Several peasant buildings are next to each other, and a small two-meter-wide courtyard is surrounded by a wall, which occupies most of the sidewalk, which is an illegal building.However, it is quite common in urban villages, and rectification is a major project.

From the outside, the farmer's buildings are tightly connected to each other and there is no way to go.In fact, through the fence, you can see that there will be a small alleyway between the two peasant buildings that can only be passed by one person.

There is no surveillance in the lanes.

Li Zan was standing in the middle of the alleyway, and a few irregular drops of blood appeared on the 1.5-meter-high wall in front of him, which had dried up into patches.

He dug out a transparent ziplock bag from his coat pocket, which contained two tubes of sleeved cotton swabs, a small bottle of distilled water, a small piece of adhesive, tweezers, two or three folded evidence bags, and disposable gloves.

This ziplock bag can be said to be a small basic version of the physical evidence extraction box. It is convenient and simple to carry around, and it has a professional posture.

Li Zan took out a tube of cotton swabs and a small bottle of distilled water, first sprayed water on the blood drops, then took the cotton swabs to collect the blood, put the tubes on to prevent blood contamination, and then put them into an evidence bag.

The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, fast and sophisticated, and it is obvious that no less than a thousand times of on-site evidence collection have been done.

After collecting the traces, Li Zan walked out of the alleyway and looked at the two side-by-side peasant buildings opposite.

The farmer's building is equipped with an electronic anti-theft iron door, which cannot be entered without a magnetic card. There is no monitoring system installed on the outside, and it is estimated to be installed in the corridor.

At the entrance of the alley there was a large trailer-type garbage bin. Li Zan walked around the garbage bin a few times, and the ground was as clean as the garbage bin.

The garbage truck starts to collect garbage at seven o'clock every morning, and anything related to the murder should be sent to the garbage dump for destruction.

Li Zan looked up at the entrance of the alleyway, thought for a while, and pushed open the trailer-style trash can. When he saw a long red women's wallet, he stopped and put on disposable gloves to pick up the women's wallet.

The wallet was empty, without any valuable clues on the surface.

Li Zan put the lady's wallet into the evidence bag, and continued to walk around Nine Alleys. After getting a general idea of ​​the surrounding building pattern and monitoring distribution, he returned to the back seat of the police car and waited for Lao Zeng and the others.

It's a pity that the scene of stepping on the roof of the car and returning to the back seat to sit idle happened to be seen by Zhao Yanli of the People's Livelihood First column group.

Zhao Yanli took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the evidence, until Li Zan slammed the car door, and the bulletproof glass blocked their prying eyes.

The little assistant was indignant: "Sister Zhao, he seems to be from the criminal investigation team of the sub-bureau. Others were collecting clues at the scene, and he slipped back to the car and sat idle early - taking public food and doing nothing, this kind of 'fish' really should be exposed! "

Zhao Yanli: "Go back and sort out the materials, report tomorrow morning."

The little assistant hesitated: "Didn't the main station tell us not to report?"

Zhao Yanli stepped on the accelerator: "The reporter's duty and mission is to uphold professional ethics and restore the truth."

knock.knock.

Li Zan knocked on the car window, sent Lao Zeng some precautions, and then distributed text messages to the team leader of the trace inspector and the person in charge of technical investigation processing. After explaining a series of matters, the forensic doctor had returned with the body parts. Forensic center.

More than ten minutes later, Lao Zeng opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. He turned around and gave Li Zan the car keys: "Chen Jie is okay in all aspects, especially her adaptability and endurance for murder."

"Look again." Li Zan didn't say much, took the car keys, and handed over the collected evidence bag: "Inform the others that the meeting will be held at three o'clock in the afternoon."

Lao Zeng answered, opened the door and got out of the car.

Li Zan shifted to the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator and drove around half of Yuejiang City, looking for small convenience stores selling tobacco and alcohol and some unremarkable tobacco and alcohol businesses.

Relying on his experience as a senior expert in smoking and drinking, he successfully found out the date when the special price of tobacco and alcohol will be on the shelves.

Xinzhou District Public Security Bureau, Yuejiang City, Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment.

"...The dismembered body news incident in Dongcheng District reported that the police of the district bureau quickly rushed to the scene to start investigation after receiving the report from the masses, but the follow-up incident still needs to be followed up. Zhao Yanli, a reporter from the People's Livelihood First column, will report for you. "

Whoa-!

Like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pan, the detachment internally boiled over, whispering and discussing what reason should be used to push back the bad job of the branch this time.

"The murder in the 'nursing home', who do you think will go?"

"Anyway, don't look for me, the case in my hand is enough."

"Don't look for me either, I've been up for two days. If I go to a nursing home, even coffee won't save my dog's life."

"Let's not talk about the staffing of the criminal investigation team of the sub-bureau. Everyone knows what it is. We usually just clean up the mess, but other key human and material resources are holding back. Hiss—no, I really can't."

"We still have to pick it up, how about drawing lots?"

"Don't be stupid, it's the higher-ups who decide on people first."

The members of the detachment pushed back and forth, with mournful and depressed expressions, as if they had lost the joy of life since then.

"At least there has never been a murder case before..."

"Ah. It's tricky."

The criminal investigation detachment was gloomy, and the captain of the criminal investigation detachment was receiving a personal profile from above, which recorded the police officers who were recommended to the sub-bureau to cooperate in handling the corpse case.

Ji Chengling, male, 23 years old, an outstanding graduate of the 18th China Public Security University.

The following are the awards that Ji Chengling won during school and internship. His resume is indeed excellent, but he has no actual combat experience, which is tantamount to empty air on paper.

The higher-ups asked him to go to the sub-bureau, probably with the intention of nurturing him.

After pondering for a while, the head of the Municipal Bureau detachment made a call: "Call Ji Chengling in."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Li Zan pushed open the door of the conference room of the sub-bureau on time, and it was full of people.

The Trace Inspection Division, Technical Investigation Division, and Forensic Inspection Center each sent representatives over to discuss with people from the Criminal Investigation Brigade around the conference table. There was a laptop or leather notebook in front of the table, ready to add new records at any time.

"It's all ready." Li Zan held the gift box in his hand, put it on the main seat, sat down, resting his elbows on the armrests, fingers hanging down naturally, glanced at Ji Chengling, who was an unfamiliar face, and said, "The General Administration has already Degenerated to the point of sending a brat to top the bag?"

Ji Chengling was assigned to the sub-bureau and received sympathy, comfort and popular science all morning. He didn't like the sub-bureau at all.When it comes, they are even more dissatisfied with the lazy working atmosphere of the sub-bureau, and captain Li Zan is the first to bear the brunt.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "It's no better than your branch office, and you need a brat to top it!"

Chen Jie hissed, and asked Lao Zeng in a low voice: "Haven't you introduced him yet? How did Captain Li know that the stunned young man was sent by the General Administration?"

Before Lao Zeng answered, Chen Jie heard Li Zan say lazily: "The new uniform, full set, no wrinkles on the cuffs and collar, probably ironed with an iron every morning and evening. It's just two days since I took office. Boy can be so excited——Chen Jie, did you say your uniform faded?"

Chen Jie looked down at the uniform. It was not so smooth, and the cuffs were a little off. It must have been accidentally scratched during the prostitution sweep in the morning.

"A lot of young people have come to our sub-bureau. How can you be sure that you are from the main bureau?"

"Who else would show me an expression that loves more than hate?"

"..." Chen Jie: "Are you sure it's love that is harder than hate rather than eating shi?"

"Pay attention to quality. Comrade Xiao Chen, as a subordinate, you need to be a qualified fan first, and don't tear down the stage—"

"Boom!"

Ji Chengling was young, didn't hold his breath, grabbed the thermos bottle and slammed it on the table, and said firmly: "The work habit of your branch office is to chat about the murder case?"

Chen Jie, who had never experienced a murder case or the busy atmosphere of the branch office, couldn't find anything to say, so she had to lower her head and pretend to organize the records.

Seeing this, Ji Chengling laughed ironically.

The others pretended not to hear, they poured hot water and scented tea and asked the neighbors if they would like some. They thought it was a tea party if they didn't know.

The bandit Ji Chengling couldn't understand their bureaucratic style, and had a backlog of dissatisfaction. He made up his mind that even if he would be put on small shoes, he would write a report and criticize him severely when he went back.

Li Zan fiddled with the teacup in front of the table, and said lightly: "Okay, let's get down to business."

As soon as the voice fell, the others followed suit and moved the teacups in front of them to avoid damage to the paper documents due to accidents.

For a while, the sound of flipping paper and tapping on the laptop came one after another, suddenly creating a busy, professional and capable atmosphere.

It seems that the group of nail-biting residents of the 'nursing home' who have been criticized in front of them have also fought bravely and bravely slaughtered the murderers.

Ji Chengling sneered, watching how long they could pretend.

"Old Zhong, tell me the autopsy results first. Chen Jie, pay attention to the records." Li Zan said.

Chen Jie hurriedly prepared to record: "I'm ok."

Zhong Xueru got up: "Please look at the big screen."

Everyone looked back at the screen, and a picture of the broken body appeared on the screen.

When taking pictures, the lens was very close, and the cut texture lines, dark red organs and dissected limbs were enlarged, and the photos were exceptionally clear.

Chen Jie raised her forehead, she still couldn't get used to this bloody scene after watching it all morning.

It was the first time for Ji Chengling to receive such a strong visual impact, the blood on his face turned pale, and he was about to vomit, but he saw that the ineffective 'pension silverfish' in his eyes were not only used to it, but also communicated normally and keenly found key clues.

This situation is similar to what he saw in the exchange meeting of the city bureau as an excellent trainee police officer.

But how is it possible?

The heroes who appeared in the exchange meeting of the Municipal Bureau have all won medals of honor, large and small.

"The deceased was female, aged between 24 and 26 years old. She was about 1 meters tall and weighed about 6 kilograms. The time of death was about 45 days ago, and the cause of death was mechanical asphyxiation." Zhong Xueru clicked on the picture of dissecting viscera: " Heart, liver and kidney congestion, lung congestion and emphysema, and organ submucosal rupture."

Lao Zeng recorded: "This is considered suffocation, not mechanical suffocation."

Mechanical asphyxia refers to asphyxiation death caused by external violent factors, and asphyxiation death caused by disease or poisoning cannot be classified as mechanical asphyxia.

Zhong Xueru clicked on the next picture, which was the head and upper body of the female corpse.

"Look," he zoomed in on the picture, "the end of the neck of the deceased's head and the neck of the upper body were bluish-purple strangle marks, which together constitute a complete fatal wound. The murder weapon should be some kind of finger-wide rope that was polluted and destroyed by the well water." , we have no way of finding traces of the murder weapon."

"It's a belt." Li Zan motioned Zhong Xueru to zoom in on the part of the picture. On the left side of the deceased near the ear, there was a whitish hole 1 cm below the end of the hair blocked by the hair. "Women's thin belt, here is the trace of the pin buckle poking in."

Chen Jie squinted her eyes and nodded involuntarily: "It's a bit like a belt mark."

Zhong Xueru: "The deceased had slight abrasions near the temples, but there were no restraint injuries on the left and right hands, and the fingernails were intact."

Chen Jie: "What do you mean?"

Li Zan: "There is no meaning of struggling and being tied up."

"Didn't the scratch on the head be left when he was struggling to escape?" Chen Jie was surprised.

Ji Chengling couldn't help but said: "No. The fingernails on her left and right hands are intact, which means that she didn't struggle when she was strangled to death. Even if the scratches caused the deceased to faint briefly, but the needle buckle pierced the soft flesh behind the ear, bringing dramatic pain. The pain would wake her up in an instant and fight back."

"The reason why she didn't resist can only mean that she was in a state of being powerless to resist at the time, and she might have been drugged."

Chen Jie: "Dude, nb!"

She thought that Ji Chengling was just a fresh graduate who taught by the book, but she didn't expect him to be really good.

"It's a big deal for the General Administration to be willing to throw a high-achieving student over here." Li Zan took a sip of tea and relieved his cigarette addiction: "It's not bad, but it lacks comprehensive thinking."

Ji Chengling rolled his eyes, thinking that this is the bureaucratic style of the sub-bureau who refuses to admit his incompetence and pretends to beat up newcomers.

"For example, the deceased was not in a faint, but was in a state of extreme relaxation and was strangled to death when he was caught off guard."

"Impossible!" Ji Chengling immediately retorted: "No matter how relaxed the situation is, it will resist. This is the instinct of the human body."

"Death by suffocation can cause the brain to lose consciousness due to lack of oxygen in a few seconds, and can strangle an unconscious person to death within 50 seconds. When the deceased is extremely relaxed, wrap a belt around her neck twice, forcefully— Li Zan took another sip of water: "Of course, this kind of situation requires the murderer to be strong, and being able to dismember the corpse also shows that he is not weak."

"The murderer and the deceased were acquaintances." Li Zan made a conclusion, and then said: "The deceased also had a knife in the back, which was cut in half, and the spine and ribs were broken."

Zhong Xueru was surprised: "How do you know?"

The body part of the upper body that was salvaged in the morning was the front, and the flesh at the front was still firmly stuck together. He didn't include the knife at that time, and he didn't say anything about it. Li Zan probably didn't know about it.

"The mouth of the well is 20 centimeters in diameter. How can the upper body body be stuffed in if it is not split in half?"

"That's right. There is no drug residue in the deceased's stomach or small intestine." Zhong Xueru nodded: "The autopsy report and summary are in the file, and I have emailed them to you."

Li Zan: "Next."

hk Central and Western District.

early morning.

On Baijia Road in Taiping Mountain, a black car slowly drove through the wide-open iron gate under the bright sky, and turned into the garage of a villa in the middle of the mountain surrounded by greenery.The car door opened, one foot landed first, wearing casual leather shoes, revealing a section of pale ankle, above was a tube of straight suit trousers, wrapping the long legs.

Benedict.

The ordinary rosewood cane fell to the ground. The people in the car got out of the car, lifted the cane, and walked into the villa with a large bouquet of red roses from the passenger seat.

He rang the doorbell with his right hand free, and pressed it three times in a row, and the door opened quickly. Behind the door was a foreign woman with black hair and green eyes, exquisite facial features, and traces of time in the corners of her eyes.

"Ms. Liang, happy birthday."

"Thank you." Liang Gui took the bouquet of roses and hugged the visitor: "When will you be back?"

"Yesterday's flight." The visitor entered the room, put down his cane, took off his hat and scarf and hung them on the hanger in the entrance, raised his head, revealing his cold white complexion and deep and beautiful facial features. "I didn't have time to inform you, and then I thought you should be resting, so I didn't bother you."

Jiang Heng smiled: "Fortunately, I made it in time. If you don't miss it, I should be the first to bless you."

Liang Gui put the bouquet of roses into the vase, and greeted him: "Every year on my birthday, you can fight for the first one. There used to be..." She paused, she stopped talking in time, and said nonchalantly, "Accompany me Eat a bowl of longevity noodles."

Jiang Heng pretended he didn't hear it, and pulled out his chair to sit down: "I've always missed your cooking skills."

Liang Gui was easily laughed at by this sentence. As a mother, she can always be flattered by her children's crappy lies.

Liang Gui is the widow of a famous man, 49 years old, Chinese and English.She lived in Mainland China as a child, moved to Hong Kong Island as a teenager to complete her studies, got married and had children, and settled down ever since.

She is Jiang Heng's biological mother, but Jiang Heng was taken away when he was born and rarely gets together with her.

Liang Gui brought two bowls of longevity noodles, put one in front of Jiang Heng, and held the other in his hand, and asked gently, "Where do you live recently?"

"pasture."

He has been serving the ancestors of cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks for the past six months.

"You know I don't have a job."

Jiang Heng, born at 29 years old, unemployed, relying on a rich inheritance and countless fund management, probably can squander every day for dozens of lifetimes.

"Go back next time?"

"No." Jiang Heng ate up a bowl of Changshou noodles in two or three bites, put down his chopsticks and said, "Next, I'm going to Yuejiang City."